*Shelby*

“That son of a bitch,” Michael cursed and released my hands, standing up and walking toward the balcony. My hands feel empty and cold without his touch.

“Who?” I asked Michael as he retreated, opening the door and walking outside. I stood, intent on following him when he didn’t answer my question.

I slowly made my way out to the balcony, somewhat awestruck. I'd never been inside any home as nice as this. ...